So yeah, it looks really complex (if you can see it...), but it was really simple, actually. I did the red bit with nail polish and made sure to let it get completely dry, then the black and pink parts are sharpie! It was super simple but it looks really elegant! I love it! Japanese cherry blossoms (aka sakura) have always looked really beautiful to me, so I was glad I was finally able to do a nice sakura nail art! If you do Sharpie nail art, though, make sure to spray hairspray over the marker before putting on your top coat to prevent smearing.
Now, what you're probably actually here for: fanfiction! I still don't have a title for the whole story, but I can think up little chapter/ installment titles at least! (Sorry if it seems like I'm yelling at you guys; I'm just hyper because I'm getting sleepy) This one is just a little intermission to connect the first part with the one I plan on posting tomorrow, so sorry that it's not super great. It's taken me forever to kick the writer's block for this, so I feel like it's really not my best work. I hope you'll read it anyway, though because I am trying to make my writing improve. Just bear with me! Oh, and sorry to Japan fans since he doesn't really say much. I feel like actions are more powerful than words, but I do want Japan to become a more major character. He's just so shy that it's hard to do that with him right now. Alright, enough of my blabbering. On to the story! Catch you guys later!- Turtle-chan
P.S. I have a surprise for you guys that will hopefully be done by the end of the week! Get psyched!
As you spend more time with the Axis Powers, the more you
grow to like all of them. Italy, who you
couldn’t stand when you watched the anime, is a much better friend than any you
had in the real world. He’s really
caring and fun to be around, even though he is childish. And you feel a deep connection with Japan
because, well, he’s basically the personification of a fangirl, but he’s
secretive about it. You only found out
because he offered to let you borrow his manga.
It’s really funny since Japan is so stoic and proper, but you think it’s
awesome that you aren’t the only fangirl in this world!
And then there’s Germany…
He’s so much better than you had originally thought he was. You actually feel a little sad because
everyone seems to be afraid of him, but he’s not a scary guy. He’s serious, sure, but he really cares about
everyone around him and he goes out of his way to make sure everyone is taken
care of. You just wish everyone else
could see that and stop giving him a hard time.
“ALRIGHT EFERYONE!!!” Germany bellows up the stairs. You jump a little and finish lacing your
shoes, springing to your feet. “IT IS
TIME TO TRAIN!!!”
You walk quickly out into the hall and down the
stairs. Japan is already waiting in the
kitchen and Germany is dangling a crying Italy by his shirt. You’re used to it, but you just shake your
head as you walk past. “I see you two
are at it again,” you say, trying to hide a smile as you open the door.
“I vould not haf to do zeese sings if someone vould shtop makink me vake up
vis zem in bed vis me, “Germany says, glaring down at Italy.
“But it’s scary to sleep alone!” Italy sobs.
You notice Japan watching the two and you can only wonder
if he’s playing out a yaoi scene in his head.
You wouldn’t be surprised. “Zen
fint someone else to sleep vis! I vould
razer be alone!” Germany responds with exasperation.
“But I can’t!
Japan threatened me with his katana last time I tried to sleep with
him! It was really scary!” Italy whines.
“What about (y/n)-san,” Japan suggests and you can almost
see him smirking. You will yourself to
keep a straight face.
Italy looks over at you for a moment, thinking. “You’d kill me if I tried to sleep with
(y/n)!” he tells Germany, looking up at him.
“Vell,” Germany says, obviously a little surprised.
You decide to rescue him from too much embarrassment by
saying,” Don’t worry, Germany. I keep my
door locked.” You give a smile and a
wink and then bound outside to start stretching.
You instantly plop down in the grass and stretch one leg
out with the other bent inward toward the inside of your thigh. You lean over and grab onto the foot of the
outstretched leg and lean forward until your breasts are squashed against your
leg. You wince a little and force
yourself to take deep breaths as your muscles burn and sting. You repeat the process on the other leg and
then move to the middle, stretching both legs out and stretching your torso out
in between them. When you finish this,
you stand up and stretch out your stomach and back as well as your arms.
When you look up, you see the guys all staring at you and
you cock an eyebrow quizzically. “What?”
you ask them.
Japan remains silent and Germany clears his throat and
turns away, going back to his stretching.
Italy just smiles at you and says,” You’re really graceful, (y/n)~!”
You thank him shyly.
You haven’t told them about a lot of things from when you lived in your
world. You feel like you shouldn’t think
too much about those sorts of things and they probably aren’t interested
anyway. One of those things is how you
had taken ballet classes since you were very young. You’d been told before that it was very
obvious in how you move and carry yourself that you’re a ballerina, but you
never thought it was true until now.
Watching the men stretch, you realize that you are significantly more
flexible than all of them, although Japan isn’t too bad. Italy is the saddest, though, struggling to
get his hands to reach past his knees as he tries to touch his toes.
“Hey, Italy. Try
taking slow, deep breaths in,” you tell him, walking over to him. He looks up at you from his place on the
ground.
“Okay~! Can you
help me stretch?” he says, smiling as usual.
“Sure thing!” you respond, returning his smile. “Alright, first I need you to go as far as
you can on your own.” He leans a little
forward, wiggling his fingers and drawing his eyebrows together. He sticks his tongue out of the side of his
mouth and his face starts turning red.
“Okay, okay! Don’t hurt
yourself! Just try taking deep breaths
while you’re there and I’ll help you bend some more.” You kneel down beside him and place one hand
on his back and the other on his stomach which is, surprisingly, flat and a
little hard. Germany’s work must be
paying off at least a little bit after all!
Gently, you guide him forward, making sure he keeps taking deep
breaths. You manage to get him to brush
his fingers against his toes and hold it for a few seconds before he starts
crying and sits up straight again.
“My legs hurt!” he exclaims, looking at you with teary
eyes.
“Well that’s kind of the point,” you laugh.
“I don’t like this at all!” he complains.
You just chuckle and rock back into a squatting
position. You see a large hand in front
of your face and you look up to see Germany looking down at you. You take his hand and allow him to pull you
to your feet, releasing his hand as soon as you’re standing. “Thanks,” you tell him cheerfully.
He nods stiffly and steps back. “Alright, ve are goink to run laps,” he
declares to the group in general.
Italy continues crying and you let out a sigh but you get
ready to run. Germany lifts Italy up by
the collar of his shirt and sets him on his feet, giving him a stern look
before starting to run. Japan takes off
next and you turn to look at Italy, smiling at him and beckoning him
forward. He starts to run halfheartedly,
so you move behind him and wait for a few moments before going up close to him
and saying in his ear using your best impression of France,” Little
Italy~! Big brother is here! Let’s go back to my place and do something
fun~! Honhonhon~!”
Italy screams shrilly and runs as quickly as he can. “WAAAHHHH!!!!
GERMANY!!!!!” he screams, blowing past Japan.
You laugh to yourself and pick up the pace as well. Italy keeps going, lap after lap, still
screaming. Germany has lapped you
already and he slows his pace to run beside you when he is about to pass
you. “Vat is wrong vis Italy?” he asks
you.
You look up at him with a sly smile. “Big brother France came to visit him,” you
say, winking.
He looks confused for a moment and then he laughs, a
genuine, hearty laugh. “You are
brilliant,” he tells you, wiping sweat off of his face with the bottom of his
shirt. You smile and try to avoid
looking at his perfect muscles.
“You just don’t have the right touch with Italy. You scare him, but not in the right ways,”
you laugh, grinning up at him.
“Vell, I suppose you vill haf to stay vis us, zen. I do not know vat I vill do vis Italy if you
leaf,” he tells you with a gentle smile. You’re too shocked to respond. He smiled at you. It was small, but it was definitely a
smile. He squeezes your shoulder, not
seeming to notice that he caught you off-guard, and says,” Vell, kontinue
trainink. I vill race you, if you like.”
With that, he takes off at his usual speed and you snap
out of your shock. Oh, it’s on! You pick up
your own speed and race past Japan.
Germany is pretty far ahead of you, but the distance isn’t
impossible. You steel yourself and
steadily begin gaining speed. You’ve
gotten stronger since the first time you raced him. You don’t think you’ll get sick this time. And you can’t allow yourself to seem like
you’re completely useless. On some
level, you know that Germany won’t think you’re useless if you can’t keep up
with him, but you still feel like you have to prove yourself.
Unfortunately, Germany comes to a sudden halt in front of
you and turns around. You can’t stop
yourself, so you shout wordlessly right before you crash into him. The impact knocks him backward a step and he
grabs your upper arms to steady you.
“Are you alright?” he asks you, holding you a little away from him.
You nod and try to recover enough breath to speak. The best you can do is gasp out,” Sorry.”
Japan comes to a stop gracefully behind you, but Italy
crashes into you from behind, sandwiching you between himself and Germany. “Germany!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around
both of you and crushing you even closer to Germany. It’s a little awkward, but you’re not
complaining.
“Italy! Let go!”
Germany exclaims, shoving him away. You
quickly back away as well.
“B-but Germany…” Italy says, looking at Germany with
tearful eyes.
Germany sighs and says,” Vat is it, Italy?”
“I’m scared!” Italy responds.
“Und vhy is zat?” Germany asks him impatiently.
“Big brother France was here! It was really scary!” Italy
sobs, running to Germany with open arms and hugging him.
Germany doesn’t hug him back, but he doesn’t push him
away either. He puts a fist over his
mouth and looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
You look up at him and put a finger to your lips in a shushing
gesture. He nods and grows serious
again. “Italy, I seriously doubt zat
France vas here. He vould not do anysink
vile I am arount,” he tells Italy.
Italy looks up at him with tears in his eyes. “Really?”
“Ja. Now get off of me,” Germany responds, pushing
Italy away.
Italy looks up at Germany, beaming and you hide a smile
behind your hand. Germany looks over at
you and you struggle not to laugh. Japan
watches the silent communication between the two of you very closely.
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